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From Pisgah

On trails of tears and paths of sorrow, Beneath storm cloud, or sunny sky, “Tomorrow is the rainbow’s end,” Has ever been my rally cry. Down roads of disappointment And highways of despair, Looking for the dawning When clouds obscured my guiding star. But tomorrow is a phantom, Always a dream away. A pot of gold beyond my reach; And yet I seek that brighter day. So on this lofty mountaintop Of here and now, I am. I view my promised Canaan, But may not enter in.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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